I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Lu Jin read this sentence for a long time, but didn't understand what it meant.

Recalling that Sheng Yun's dislike for his parties has always been palpable, no matter how you look at it, this sentence seems to be scolding him.

Could it be that he can still bring Song Yan down? ? ?

"now go?"

After hearing Lu Jin finish speaking, Song Yan was a little puzzled.

Lu Jin nodded: "Hurry up, I guess it's related to the Morning Star project, and he wants to investigate you more. Brother Sheng still has a lot of weight in this project, and it's not enough for me to be optimistic about you alone."

Song Yan understood his implication, which meant that he hoped to show Sheng Yun his advantages in fighting for the role, so as to improve his favorability.

But Song Yan is very clear that the favorability between the two of them is already negative. Every time they see each other, the value increases, but the negative sign cannot be removed.

But anyway, he felt a little uncomfortable staying here, and he was thinking of finding a reason to leave first. Now that he had this reasonable reason, he didn't say much.

Lu Jin arranged for his own driver to take him downstairs, and Song Yan walked in alone.

From the 60th floor of the Twin Towers is the headquarters of Xingxiang Group. As soon as Song Yan stepped out of the elevator, the front desk staff at the guidance desk noticed him: "Who are you looking for?"

This floor is brightly lit, and there are always people coming and going, but it is quiet and orderly, showing that this floor is the office of the group's top management.

Song Yan briefly explained the purpose of coming, and the front desk asked with a smile: "Do you have an appointment?"

Song Yan was silent for a moment, belatedly realizing what he was doing.

Then I began to deeply doubt why I really had to come here, and why I was still standing here.

Making an appointment to see the ex-boyfriend who was dumped by me, there is no such outrageous thing in the whole world.

"He asked me to come." Song Yan said stiffly, "I didn't want to see him."

Save yourself some face.

The front desk didn't know what was going on in his mind. It was the first time he saw such a fierce person who wanted to find Boss Sheng, and he felt a little bit drummed. He thought that he was either looking for faults, or he was Sheng Yun's personal friend. In short, he couldn't handle it.

She quickly called Sheng Yun's secretary, said a few words in a low voice, and hung up the phone: "Please wait a moment."

When Xiao Lin came to the guide platform, Song Yan was almost on the verge of turning his head and walking away.

"Hello, is this Mr. Song?" Xiao Lin looks like a student who has just graduated, with short shoulder-length hair, and his speech is very crisp, "Mr. Sheng is in a meeting, come with me to the president's office first .”

Xiao Lin didn't give him room to refuse at all, so Song Yan came all the way to Sheng Yun's office under the guidance of her smiling face.

The office is huge, with its own pantry, washroom and lounge. At first glance, it looks like half of the house has been moved here.

Kobayashi asked, "What would you like to drink, tea, water or coffee?"

Song Yan said: "Coffee, thank you."

Xiao Lin poured him a cup of coffee, handed it to him, looked at him twice more, got out of his work state, and couldn't help whispering: "You are so pretty."

"what?"

Song Yan was a little unresponsive.

Xiao Lin pursed his lips and smiled, revealing some personal emotions under professional demeanor: "I have watched your performance of "Long Wind", and I like you very much."

"Long Wind" is the ancient puppet he filmed last year, and Ding Yiming and Zhang Yi also participated in it. He is just a supporting role in it. There are not many scenes, but there is no shortage of hatred that should be recruited.

Even in the end, under Ding Yiming's control, the fans did not attract, but there were a lot of black fans.

After that show, for these obvious reasons, he has no more work.

After all, his fans cherish species, Song Yan still smiled a little: "Thank you."

Kobayashi returned to professional status and left the office.

After half an hour, the meeting was finally announced in the large meeting room.

Sheng Yun walked out first, and finally said hard work to the executives who followed behind.

Xiao Lin followed up and reminded: "Mr. Sheng, that Mr. Song is still waiting for you in the office."

Sheng Yun nodded, the meeting was too busy, he had almost no sense of time: "How long have you been waiting?"

Kobayashi: "Half an hour."

Xiao Lin noticed that Sheng Yun's pace was a little faster, trotted two steps to keep up, and asked, "Is Mr. Song your friend?"

Usually, Sheng Yun met everyone in the reception room, and almost never brought anyone into the office, at least they had to be as close friends as director Lu Da.

Sheng Yun sneered: "How is it possible."

Xiao Lin was stunned for a moment, puzzled by the little displeasure he showed, but he didn't dare to ask further: "Oh, I am talking too much."

Sheng Yun said as he walked, "You inform the production team of the Morning Star Project, they are probably still in a meeting, saying that I will bring a candidate artist down soon."

Kobayashi nodded, stopped and picked up his cell phone to make a call.

Sheng Yun loosened his tie and came to the door of the president's office.

When he reached the door, his steps suddenly slowed down, hesitating for a second.

But it was only a second, and Sheng Yun felt that his little apprehension was ridiculous as hell.

He stood up straight, leaned his neck back, rearranged the loose tie, cleared his throat in a low voice, and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Before he could hold the doorknob, the door opened, causing him to miss it.

Song Yan stood by the door and was also shocked when he bumped into Sheng Yun head-on.

Neither of them moved, and there was silence for a while.

Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows, and said coolly: "What, are you leaving?"

Song Yan pursed his lips. He had been bored here for half an hour, and it was hard not to get angry: "It's been half an hour."

Sheng Yun didn't speak, but let out a chuckle in his throat.

Song Yan's heart jumped for no reason, and some fragmented memories suddenly rolled up.

When they first got together, he was not as confused as he is now, and he could always receive a little notice.

Every time he went to work, Sheng Yun would wait nearby for him to get off work, and he never complained about the long time.From the first ten minutes and a half hours to nearly an hour later, the most waited was three and a half hours.

At that time, Song Yan gradually got used to this, and never thought about what it would be like to wait silently alone.

In just one year, it seems like a lifetime away.

In Sheng Yun's eyes, the young man in front of him was like a cat slowly putting away its fur that had blown up, and even its tail drooped because of guilt.

This obedient look is quite rare, seeing Sheng Yun's heart is very ironic, and it satisfies his stubborn desire to win.

He moved his eyes away: "Come with me."

Song Yan watched Sheng Yun turn and leave, and followed him without knowing why.

Following Sheng Yun at a distance of five steps, Song Yan followed him up the elevator, to the 45th floor, and walked around to the door of a meeting room. There was a sign "Morning Star Project Production Team" hanging on the door.

There were a dozen or so people in the conference room, chatting and making noise, but as soon as Sheng Yun opened the door, the voices suddenly disappeared a lot, replaced by greetings one after another.

Song Yan also walked in, immediately attracting most of the attention.

There was a long table in the conference room, which was filled with milk tea and coffee delivered by takeaways. The members of the production team around the round table were not very old, and it seemed that none of them were over 40 years old.

This surprised Song Yan.Originally thought that for a project of such level as the Morning Star Project, the leading members of the production team must be experienced seniors in the industry, but they did not expect that most of the members were young people.

"Who is this……"

Someone spoke first, trying to recall the artist's name, and then another voice interrupted:

"It looks so familiar! Is that you in the photo Director Lu posted in Moments just now?"

This guess immediately won the approval of other people, and the voices of sudden realization came one after another:

"Ah, it's really you! Wow, I look better."

"Have you come to audition before? Song Yan?"

"It's Song Yan, isn't the actor Lu Ge is optimistic about called Song Yan?"

Although most of the members sat in their seats and looked at him quietly, just these three or five bluffing young people are enough to make people's head hurt.

Sheng Yun sat down, tapped the knuckles of his index finger on the table, and clicked his tongue: "Everyone, be quiet."

The meeting room suddenly fell silent.

Song Yan subconsciously glanced at the man sitting on the top seat. Sheng Yun's superior shoulders and back lines were hidden under the well-tailored high-end suit, which made him a little intimidating beyond his age, although he was always in a casual manner. Pie, but no one doubts that everything is in his hands.

Everyone present knew that the break was over and it was time to talk about business, so they returned to their seats and put away their jokes.

Sheng Yun leaned on the chair, casually gestured, "Sit."

Song Yanrao couldn't understand Sheng Yun's domineering appearance, but he obediently sat down in an empty seat.

In just a few seconds, the atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly changed.

"I know that everyone has different opinions on the choice of the male lead, and they can't reach a consensus." Sheng Yun said, "He is the artist that Director Lu strongly recommends to everyone."

Song Yan felt that more than a dozen eyes focused on him immediately.

One of the members, who seemed to be the oldest, said: "Of all the candidates, his portfolio and resume are the thinnest."

There were echoing voices from all around, but at the same time, some people retorted: "Our first principle is to only look at the ability, not the background."

Sheng Yun gave everyone time to argue, and then said: "Since everyone else has arrived, if you have any doubts about him, you might as well put forward your own investigation request, so as to gain some understanding, and it will be convenient for everyone to make a final choice."

After saying this, the members present were silent for a while, looking at each other to test their hearts.

Sheng Yun looked at the man who raised the question first: "Director Zhao, you come first?"

"Mr. Sheng is polite." The assistant director bowed slightly and said, "In that case, let me come up with an impromptu performance question."

He opened his mouth, and everyone else was interested, knowing that this one was quite clever in setting up improv scenes.

The conference room is well-equipped, and a simple camera environment was quickly set up.

Song Yan stood up and walked under the camera, his somewhat pale face lit up with a gleam of light.

He loves the camera, and under the camera, he seems to be shining.

This kind of love is unreasonable, gushing from the bottom of his heart, as if living with his soul when he has no memory.

He didn't feel nervous, and he didn't feel cramped at all. The scenes given by the assistant director were ever-changing, and his emotions didn't even have logic, but he connected them naturally. It's just like life scenes that come at hand.

He immersed himself in it, and everything around him became silent. It was not until the end of an impromptu performance that he slowly pulled away and returned to the current time and space.

The entire conference room was silent, and everyone even took a breath.

The assistant director's applause broke the silence. Everyone felt like they had just woken up from a dream, and the applause suddenly broke out in the conference room.

Song Yan stood in the center of the crowd, his eyes a little out of focus.

He saw Sheng Yun looking at him and didn't applaud, but Song Yan knew that this didn't mean he didn't approve of his performance.

He still has that confidence.

Song Yan suddenly felt that Sheng Yun was like a producer who cared about the quality of the performance, examining whether an actor had the ability to play the leading role, without any impurities or personal feelings.

It's not like he originally thought that he would trip him up in private, but it seems that he is really just two strangers who just met.

He lowered his eyes, not knowing for a moment whether he was thankful for this, or something else.

The assistant director was the first to pick up his mobile phone to make friends with him, and several young people followed suit, and a large-scale team building and expansion scene was immediately staged in the conference room.

Song Yan added a group of people, and finally got out of the conference room, and saw Sheng Yun standing not far from the door, half leaning against the wall.

When did it come out?Song Yan was a little surprised, surrounded by too many people, he didn't notice him.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he felt that the air around Sheng Yun was a bit dark. This rich man never knew how to hide his displeasure, and of course he didn't need it.

Sheng Yun raised his eyes, and said coolly: "Is the addition finished?"

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